Category Archives: Catfight

2 young college gals , met at a common frds wedding.. both r very damn beautiful n have never met b4… one is sonali.. at the wedding reception… wearin a light blue glitter saree.. blue quater sleeve blouse..silver high heels.. figure must be of 32 26 30.. hair loose.. shoulder length.. brown coloured.. with light blue nail polish.. Other is aarti..wearing orange glitterin saree..orange sleveless blouse..black high heels…figure must be32-26-30..hair tied in choti..black..with orange nail polish sonali is sitting on a chair.. cross legged with pepsi.. she is very tired.. Aarti pass by but sonali’s leg obstructs her…
Aarti:remove ur leg please

Sonali: oh.. i m very tired.. please move from back side or the other side or move this front chair..

Aarti: why dont u get aside instead of disturbing the whole arrangement..besides i am not asking you do some hard work

Aarti: i too tie end of pallu near my navel amd stand tit to tit..baghu tuzyat kiti dum ahe(mean lets see how much strength u got)

Sonali: tujya peksha jast g..(means more then u)

(as both start pushin only with tits.. hands on hips..

Sonali: aahhhhhhmmmp

Aarti: uhhhhh…

(both fall on the bed and bearhug each other rolling over each other as thiers tits match
others)

(their legs get entagled.. as they roll..& both fall at the side..)

(both get up n come at centre again )

Aarti: are u scared…give up and i will let u go..( bringing her choti forward)

Sonali: no i m not.. (as she pulls up one side of my saree.. n put her one leg forward.. showin her beautiful sexy leg upto thigh to aarti)

Aarti: hmm good…(*as aarti lifts one end and puts her white thigh against sonali’s)

Sonali: see my thigh is better (as both start pushing with thighs..)

both keep pushing neither getting any advantage both again get back..

Aarti:are u tired bitch?

Sonali: not yet bitch… what about u slut??

Aarti: no bitch (loosening her hair)

(Both r glaring at eachother… & circlin u slowly walkin a catwalk…) (Both r about to leap onto one another when aarti’s dad’s phone comes.. she takes her breath n answers the call.. her dad is callin her home so she has to go..)

Sonali: hey i guess u heard the conversation. so dont feel i m scared… her is my cell no. message me when u r free.. this is not over bitch.. lets decide n finish this someday

Aarti: Yeah.. her is my cell no. slut.. (they glare once more for a final time.. both reaarange their sarees , tie their hair n move out the hotel 2gether.. again walkin , matchin eachothers steps.. & then both go seperate direction… n within 5 minutes both r exchanging messages like bitch, slut, Kutiya, raand)